I got humbled this week. Like, bring-me-to-my-knees-after-a-lot-of-frustration-and-swearing humbled. As if that's not bad enough, I have to confess it's not the first time, and I know for sure it won't be the last. When it comes to being an artist, some mistakes have to keep being made. That might be true of the human condition in general, as well as life and its lessons, come to think of it. But I want to focus on the artistic process here.
First, an alert: this post borders on the sentimental. That is anathema to many an artist, and most times, for good reason. But I’ve never been an absolutest (the world doesn’t work that way), and in this case, sentimentality is not only okay, it’s a good thing.
I went on a cruise through the Gulf of Mexico, down into the Caribbean, with stops in Cozumel and Belize. Now, let me point out very clearly that I am not a cruise kind of person. But a very good friend pointed out to me that this was not a typical cruise ....
I mentioned in a previous post that I’m working on a series about a solo cross-country road trip that I took, where I camped in national parks and began to find myself again after losing my husband to brain cancer. To say it was life changing is an understatement.